no fretting | house building

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    This was the next objective on his list. The cyborg required much less luxury compared to his mortal counterparts... clanmates... colleagues, but he still needed some place to stay. Without recharging, his functions would begin small malfunctions; he needed a place where he could privately perform basic maintenance on himself, especially because he’d been informed that opening his chest compartment out in the open was unnerving to some. So, he’d taken to the methodical process of padding around the camp once again, honeyed eyes soaking up the cobblestone cottages which he walked alongside. Many of them seemed inhabited, based on the outward appearance and ‘heat signatures’ inside, therefore causing his search to take longer than he’d originally anticipated. Finally, he’d arrived at the stoop of a small, square shack somewhere near the back of camp, less inhabited than the brighter areas.


    Scanning ... ... No Signs of Inhabitants Detected.


    Nodding slightly to himself, the blank faced cyborg padded up to the door, raising a paw to knock just in case. “Hello?” he called through the wood.

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    "No one lives there." No one had lived there in some time, judging by appearances, and the hybrid stepped closer, gaze on the shack instead of the cyborg, as he'd called himself. Narukami had wanted to keep a bit of an eye on RK, though not so much because he thought he was a potential danger; after confessing the blood belonged to an act of self-defense, Narukami intended to make certain that whoever was behind him did not catch up to BlizzardClan. It was his priority to maintain a level of safety here, for everyone, and while he did not trust RK -and likely would not for a very long while, simply by way of nature- he was a BlizzardClanner now, in Narukami's jurisdiction. It would be remiss of him to exclude the canine from his purview, and now that two important people in his life were gone, the hybrid found a bit of an escape in work.


    "Would you like to choose it as your residence? There may be less...ramshackle buildings elsewhere."

    —TAGS

    Narukami’s words echoed in his ears, prompting the canine to turn toward him curiously.


    OPEN FILE: NARUKAMI

    one out of two deputies of blizzardclan

    possible lost child? investigate further

    threat level: 30%


    Blinking, the cyborg angled him a crooked smile through a small thank you, the presence of it feeling unnatural on his cheeks. He opened the door, peering into the one-room abode; it was quite ramshackle, one might say. There was nothing inside it, just bare floor and bare walls. RK-800 turned back toward the deputy.


    “It seems perfectly sustainable,” he admitted, turning back toward the shack. “I have no need for many material possessions — just tools and other items to keep me afloat. I wouldn’t want to waste space,” he said, padding back down the stoop. After a moment of thought, he turned to confide in Narukami. “But I am lacking in domestic programs. What do mortals keep in their houses?”

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    White eyes met the cyborg's gaze evenly, though when RK smiled, Narukami did not return it. He was not very inclined to smiling, and if he were to force the expression, it would feel incredibly out of place on his own features. He would not begrudge other people their gestures, however, so while he did not share it, neither did his countenance harden or grow colder. Neutrality wasn't always welcoming, but he doubted that would throw the canine off track, considering hostility had not deterred him either, so the hybrid moved along, gazing past RK-800 and into the empty shack behind him. It truly wasn't much.


    He still held that there were less dilapidated cottages elsewhere, but he supposed for a cyborg -if he truly was one- had no need for personal items. "Nonetheless, you might prefer sturdier walls when the winds worsen." It was just a suggestion, for RK-800 to take or dismiss. It seemed he was satisfied with this space, considering he was already asking Narukami for...decor advice.


    "I cannot speak for everyone, but I keep potted plants, a few books. One can never have too many pillows." And blankets.

    —TAGS

    The blank look which remained stuck on Narukami’s face did not cause him any pause; however, his own expression still remained magnetically pleasant. He took to cataloging the deputy’s response, latching to his reactions like a leech. Considering the dragon hybrid was a deputy of the clan, it was natural that the cyborg would want to spend time with him; be it to learn more about decor or otherwise.


    He had no experience with tending to plants, nor did he necessarily want have need for pillows. He stored the knowledge away regardless, but his thoughts lead elsewhere. In all seriousness, he gazed toward Narukami, inquiring of him in complete earnest. “Would you prefer for me to live somewhere else?” he wondered, flicking a pointed ear. It wasn’t a malicious or prying statement — if the deputy wished him to find somewhere else to live, he would.

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